on too much coffee and living alone in Millegeville...
still here...
a week's worth of opressive heat in milledgeville has subsided, giving way to afternoons blessed by slow and gentle breezes; they run through the leaves of oak trees and carry with them an almost wintery scent. i've made some friends here, each one a newcomer to the true south. writing has gone from a bi-monthly spew of mixed images and uncertain ideas--the result of prolonged inactivity--to a daily excercise. after all, they're paying me to practice, and there's a definite, somewhat guilty sense of being 'on the clock' during time spent idly. anyway, expect a new story to be posted in the next couple of weeks.
my apologies to sam, to whom i promised more frequent and detailed journal entries.
today is my mother's birthday--michelle and i bought her some sort of flower-blooming teapot contraption that we hope she'll like.
sometimes it's kind of lonesome around here.
more to come...